The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language : with a Copious and Classified Index ...Jones and Company, 1834 |
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... pleasure 330 Gay Bacchus one evening inviting his friends .. 375 A short farewell to smoke and noise Give me wine , rosy wine , that foe to despair 417 He that will not merry merry be 46 Here , Bacchus , here's to thee ... 85 Here's to ...
... pleasure 330 Gay Bacchus one evening inviting his friends .. 375 A short farewell to smoke and noise Give me wine , rosy wine , that foe to despair 417 He that will not merry merry be 46 Here , Bacchus , here's to thee ... 85 Here's to ...
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... pleasures of bathing and taking the air .. ' Tis a folly to talk of life's troubles 179 And did you ne'er hear of a ... pleasure's gay shore , where the sea breeze invites 447 Von Mr. Vill Vilkins vone werry fine summer's day 112 When ...
... pleasures of bathing and taking the air .. ' Tis a folly to talk of life's troubles 179 And did you ne'er hear of a ... pleasure's gay shore , where the sea breeze invites 447 Von Mr. Vill Vilkins vone werry fine summer's day 112 When ...
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... pleasure but pain some have hit on a project The polughman whistles o'er the furrow .... Page Page 86 119 What ... pleasures mine Mist hath fallen from the moon . One day , while working at my plough Of all the birds on bush or tree 280 ...
... pleasure but pain some have hit on a project The polughman whistles o'er the furrow .... Page Page 86 119 What ... pleasures mine Mist hath fallen from the moon . One day , while working at my plough Of all the birds on bush or tree 280 ...
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... pleasure the silly believer 179 When laid on a mother's fond breast .. 86 If the world and its measures in all ... pleasures and palaces though we may roam .. Moan , moan , ye dying gales . 114 Ye wealthy and proud , while in splendour ...
... pleasure the silly believer 179 When laid on a mother's fond breast .. 86 If the world and its measures in all ... pleasures and palaces though we may roam .. Moan , moan , ye dying gales . 114 Ye wealthy and proud , while in splendour ...
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... pleasure may greet us wherever we roam , Still one bright thought must beam on our dear na- tive home . Home , sweet home , & c . Oh ! nothing can equal our dear native home . Where the captive sad thinks of the joys that ars past , And ...
... pleasure may greet us wherever we roam , Still one bright thought must beam on our dear na- tive home . Home , sweet home , & c . Oh ! nothing can equal our dear native home . Where the captive sad thinks of the joys that ars past , And ...
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Arrah Bacchus beauty Billy Taylor bless bonnie bosom brave bright charms cheer cried Cupid d'ye dance dear delight Derry devil Dibdin Don Giovanni drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair Fal lal fear fond Four-and-twenty girl give glass grog happy hark head hear heart heaven honour Jack jolly kiss ladies lass lassie laugh live look Lord love's lover ma'am maid Margate married merrily merry mind mirth Miss morning ne'er never night o'er Paddy play pleasure poor pray pretty Prince Hoare R. B. Sheridan Ri tol Robinson Crusoe rose round Shelah sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul SPOKEN sung sure sweet tear tell thee there's thing thou thought toast Tol de rol Tol lol true Twas Twill Warwickshire whack wife wind wine young zounds
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Seite 201 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich!
Seite 173 - Eagle screams, and passes by. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 'Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — 'No more I weep. They do not sleep. 'On yonder cliffs, a...
Seite 249 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 27 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine — A man's a man for a' that. For a
Seite 52 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!
Seite 195 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Seite 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Seite 148 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Seite 387 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 134 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.